#Chapter 232: Friend Or Foe

Just as the tension in the room feels like it’s at a boiling point, Samuel takes a step backwards, moving away from Gladys. To the guard that stepped forward, he shouts, “Take Gladys to the dungeon.” As if suddenly remembering Bethany, he motions to her as well. “And this one. I tire of seeing either of their faces.” The soldier behind me forces me to stand, while the other soldier helps Gladys up to her feet. Once we are both steady the soldiers usher us forward. Gladys keeps her head tall, defiant even in this, even with a blooming bruise on her cheek. The soldiers lead the pair to the stairs and then guide them down, down, down, into the dark. They descend further then where Bethany was previously kept, down to the lowest level of the old fort. There, they are pushed forward down a hallway of cells. Each cell does have a small, barred window along the ceiling. Perhaps during the day, some sunlight might creep in. Right now, at night, everything is dark. Still, the torchli